1 comments/ 24288 views/ 7 favorites The Old Bailey By: Darlantan "Oh God, do we really have to go through another bloody day of this crap? I thought being an international movie star meant you had people to do this for you?" Kate Beckinsale stubbed out a cigarette as she smiled at Tracy Barnem, her personal assistant. Tracy's bright, wide smile brought an answering one to Kate's face as she leafed through some more resumes. "This next one is worth the wait though. I had to stop myself from short-listing him as soon as he walked through the doors." Kate grinned at her as she stood up and stretched. Her last bodyguard had just moved on after being caught drink driving on the job. Kate had shrugged and forgotten about it, but her husband Len had been adamant that they get a new, more professional bodyguard. As Len's star began to rise, having signed on to direct the newest Die Hard, so too had his worries. He'd been away for months now, on re-shoots and post-production, and Kate had moved past missing him and onto resenting his absence. She moved to the window and watched as Tracy's daughter Teagan played with Lily, her own girl. "I suppose that it's best for Lily's sake if no other. So who is this new one?" Tracy pulled a resume' to the top of the pile and began to read off of it. "An Irishman. He's fluent in Russian and capable in French. Spent two years in Russia as personal bodyguard to General Vassili Karkov, who apparently wanted to become president. There were nine attempts on his life, all failed. Sounds promising." Kate chuckled. "Makes me sound boring. What else does it say?" Tracy ran her finger down the page, skimming through the details. Kate smiled as her friend bit her tongue gently as she concentrated. "Oh, this is interesting. He was recruited from the Moscow Warrior's Championships after making the semi-finals. They're like our UFC, right?" Kate shrugged as she sat back down. "He's 28, and went to school... oh. Educated at Oxford University. Wow." Kate smiled again. "It's not that great. Trust me. Why did he apply?" Tracy shrugged. "It's not as exciting as protecting ruthless generals, but... actually on the other hand..." Kate laughed richly and slapped her friend on the arm. "As if! What's his name?" Before Tracy could answer, Kate's phone rang, and she leapt up to grab it. It was her husband, Len. "Hiya babe, just checking in. We're on the way to the studio, might be there for a while. Any luck with the bodyguards?" Kate bit her tongue as he called her babe. She hated that. She loved her husband dearly, but some things just wouldn't ever slide right. Like American slang. "It's slow going. Most of them just want their picture taken with a movie star, and the others just want to bash people up and have nothing to do with Lily. I didn't think that she was that terrifying." Kate got up and moved over to the window, looking down into the backyard. Len chuckled into the phone, and Kate heard the door open and close behind her. "I've got to go, Len, we're in the middle of interviews. When are you going to be home?" There was silence on the other end of the line, and then he cleared his throat. "Oh, not next week but the week after. Call me, yeah? Love you, bye." He hung up as Kate took a breath to argue, then flipped the phone closed. She loved her husband, but she was a grown woman, not some young tart that could just be fobbed off. Truth be told, she was getting rather sick of it. "Well, look at this. The old Bailey's still the same. Always on the phone, always chatting away." Kate whirled at the faded Irish accent and her eyes widened in shock as she began to laugh. "Adam? You son of a bitch, how are you?" She laughed again as she moved to hug the tall Irishman, and he gave her a quick squeeze and held her at arm's length. "I'm good. Changed a bit. Been through a bit, you know how it is. You still look like shit. Gangly and too skinny." Tracy stared, open-mouthed as he glanced down. Kate laughed richly again. "My god, what's it been, like thirteen, fourteen years?" Adam smiled as he ran his hand over his close shorn hair and nodded, then shrugged. Kate glanced down at Tracy, who was eyeing them amusedly with one eyebrow raised. "Where are my manners? Tracy Barnem, Adam Connors." Tracy chuckled good-naturedly and held out a hand as they sat down. "I know, Kate, I interviewed him, remember?" Kate grinned as she turned back to Adam. "So you two know each other, huh?" "Yeah, we went to Ox U at the same time. We were in the same Applied Languages course. I guess you stuck with it, and moved to Russia, huh?" Adam's grin faded a bit and he unconsciously rubbed his knuckles. "Yeah. It didn't turn out quite the way I thought, but then they don't, most of the time. I guess I don't need to ask you what you've been doing. How's Lily? I heard about you and some Len guy from Michel." Kate shrugged. "Oh, yeah, she's wonderful, of course. Loves Len, spends a lot of time with Michel. I thought it would be hard, especially with Underworld and everything, but ah well. Had to settle down some time. We can't all be off gallivanting across the frozen north! That sounds so exciting. Tell me about the fighting thing!" Adam glanced down at his knuckles again. "Well, there's not much to tell. You cleaned up your act, I didn't, you moved on and up, and I didn't. I went to Russia to experience the real thing, and... and some things are too real to be realised, I guess." Kate reached across and tilted his head to the side. Running along his jaw was a thick scar, long and clean, as though from a knife. He didn't say anything more, and she didn't press him. "So you're here wanting to be a bodyguard now, huh? Well you've certainly got the qualifications for it." Adam smiled as Tracy giggled and put a hand over her mouth. "Thanks. Still get the Old Bailey's permission before I bust heads, huh?" Kate laughed. "God, nobody's called me that since University." She shrugged. "Well, I'm convinced that we're about to hire the right man for the job." Adam frowned and narrowed his eyes at her, but the ghost of a smile still played on the edges of his lips. "I'm not getting preferential treatment because we used to be friends, am I?" Kate snorted. "No, of course not. That wouldn't be equal opportunity. You're getting preferential treatment because you're perfect for the job, and because we're still friends. I'm a movie star now, Connors, I can do anything I damned well please." Adam laughed as they all stood up. "The way I remember it, you always used to anyway." She gave him a blistering smile and winked. Adam shook Tracy's hand and Kate grabbed his shoulder. "Look, um, why don't you stay for dinner? You can meet Lily, and we can catch up after she's gone to bed." Adam didn't answer for a moment, then nodded slowly. "I'd like that. That'd be great. I have a few errands to run, picking up some gear and that. What time does Lily have to be in bed? I can be back by 6?" Kate nodded. "That will be fine. See you then." She shut the door behind him and Tracy gave her a direct look. Kate frowned at her. "What?" "You know what, Kate. "Lead us not into temptation..."?" Kate snorted and lit a cigarette. "Oh, please. We're just friends. I haven't seen him in years. What could possibly happen?" Tracy laughed. "Oh, honey, you'd fuck his brains out and he'd return the favour tenfold, that's what would happen." Kate laughed and shook her head as she took a drag of her cigarette. "He's gay, Trace." Tracy shook her head slowly. "Not for you he's not, sweetie. You didn't see his face when you hugged him. You own that man's soul." Kate laughed again, this time forcing it. "A bit melodramatic, wouldn't you say? Look, we're friends. If you're that worried about it, why don't you stay with us?" Tracy thought about that. "No. Because as much as I'd hate to see anything happen between you, it's none of my business if you have sex with an anonymous man. Only problem with that equation is that he's not anonymous." Kate's mouth fell open and she coughed as Tracy got up and left. Kate turned and took a sip of water, then stared out the window for a while. That night, when Adam arrived, Kate was dressed casually, and trying to calm her nerves. Lily was playing on the lounge floor, ignoring her fretting mother with practised ease. The doorbell rang, and Kate took several deep breaths as she heard the maid greeting Adam on her way out. Kate's hair was loose around her face, and her thick jumper covered just about everything. Her jeans were worn and comfortable, and had her daughter's trademark crayon marks on them, rendering them as firm favourites in Kate's book. Adam walked around the corner and Kate felt her heart jump for a moment. He was wearing new black jeans and a white undershirt, with a simple black silk shirt over the top. There was something dangerous and comforting about him, an edge that he hadn't had when they were in university together, but still the familiarity of the known. She blinked and sat forwards, feeling self-conscious upon seeing him again. "Lily, sweetie, there's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Adam, an old friend of Mommy's. Say hello." Lily stopped her serious doll work and stood up at attention. Adam gravely shook her hand and introduced himself, while Lily replied with her full name and told him that it pleased her to meet him. She held onto his hand as she stared at his face. "Is that make-up?" Adam smiled at the film-star's daughter and shook his head. "No, I'm afraid it's not." Lily glanced furtively at her mother, then tugged him down closer. Adam knelt on the ground and Kate frowned as she watched them. "It sure looks like make-up. Uncle Patty does lots of make-up, but different from Teagan. Teagan likes make-up that makes you look pretty, but Uncle Patty makes you look like anything. He made me into a troll once. That was really fun." Adam glanced at Kate. "Uncle Patty?" "Patrick Tatopolous. He's kind of become extended family now that... well, now, I mean." Adam nodded and reached into his back pocket. "Well, Miss Lily, I bought you something. Something that used to be your mum's a long time ago." He held his hand out to Lily, who opened his fingers to find nothing. She stared at his bare palm, then giggled when he stared at it in shock too. Adam narrowed his eyes and frowned at the side of her head, then reached up with his other hand and touched her ear. "Is it in here then?" Lily rolled her eyes. "That's so old, Mr Connors. It's in your hand already." Adam glanced down at his other hand and shook his head. "Nope, they're both empty, see?" He opened up both hands to show her, and she stared at him. He winked at her and pointed a finger to her chest. There was a small blue sapphire set into a golden cross hanging from her neck. Lily squealed in excitement and threw her little arms around his neck. Adam stumbled down onto his rear from his precarious kneel and Lily ran to show her mother. Kate stared at the necklace and then at Adam. He shrugged and smiled to himself as she tried to cover her surprise. Lily ran off up to her room, and Kate stood up. Adam looked wistfully after the fleeing ecstatic young girl. "I always wanted kids. I guess it's just strange because I've never thought I'd be a good enough father." Kate moved over to him and held a hand out, helping him up. "Would you like a glass of wine, or something?" Adam shook his head. "Juice or cordial or something would be fine. I don't drink." Kate laughed, and turned back towards the kitchen, then stopped. "You're serious?" He nodded. "I can't believe it. You used to be the undisputed king of the drunken dorms. What happened?" Adam gave a sad smile. "I lost two of the most important parts of my life to both of my most famous vices, so I quit. It just happened." Kate shook her head as she poured herself a glass of wine. "What's that mean? You didn't turn religious on me, did you?" He laughed, and shook his head, but the laugh didn't reach his eyes. "No, but all the fun got taken out of it. Mum died while I was in Brazil, cancer. I quit smoking. Cigars and all, cold turkey. Then about two years ago, just after I got into Russia, Dad died, too. Liver failure. So there were the vices gone. Now I just concentrate on getting the pulp beaten out of me. Or at the very least making sure that others don't suffer it." Kate stared at him as he toyed with his shirt. "It seems as though you HAVE grown up a lot. I almost can't believe it. It's so strange. I'm a stand-up mother and you're a mature responsible citizen. What's next?" Adam smiled as he sat down. "I don't know. I've been offered a bit of firm work in China, if I didn't get this. I can't say I wouldn't like it. But I just couldn't shake the feeling that maybe it was time to see you again. Call by and say hello." The chef came in then to tell them that dinner was ready. Kate opened her mouth to say something, but then Lily rushed back in and collided with him. He hoisted her onto his hip and made a face at her, making her giggle again. They moved into the dining area. Adam told stories and jokes, and Kate filled in with anecdotes about movie life, and meeting all sorts of people. Afterwards, Lily gave Adam a hug and went up to bed. Kate gave Adam a glass of sparkling apple juice and poured herself another glass of red wine. The kitchen quieted down and they moved into the lounge to sit. Adam ran a hand over his hair and sighed, and Kate leant back and stretched her arm over her head, settling in to the cushions as Adam got up and began to pace. "We were so close, Adam, I hated you when you left. I want you to know that. I felt like you abandoned me." He stopped moving as she spoke quietly. Adam ran his hand over his face, his fingertips running over the scar. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Kath. God. Kathryn Bailey Beckinsale. It's almost like you're someone from my past, and now its like I never left. It's still weird watching you on screens and remembering those shocking pyjamas you used to wear." Kate smiled momentarily. "Why did you leave?" Adam stared at her for a long moment. "I was so in love with you that it hurt to breathe. I was going to end up drinking myself to death over you, or worse, and you didn't want me. So I left. I lost, and I couldn't take it anymore." Kate stared at him, then got up and tried to find her voice. "Oh. That's... But you're... well I mean, it's just that..." Adam waited patiently. "What?" She shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself, then looked up at him through her warm brown hair. "Adam, I... I always thought you were gay. I mean, all through college, you never had a single girlfriend, or even a date, or anything, I mean, you just..." Adam smiled as her voice faded off, and he rolled his shoulders. "I just hung out with you." She nodded, and then something painful crossed her face as she realised how much she must have hurt him with all her rebellious screwing around. "It's okay, Kath, I mean, we weren't exactly good people back then." Kate shook her head as she put her glass of wine down and bit her lip for a moment. "No. You were always good people, Adam. I'm sorry." He stared at her for a moment, then shrugged nonchalantly. "I said it's alright, yeah? I mean, I grew up, and... and yeah. I moved on. Many times. Many many times." Kate could feel him withdrawing into himself, slamming up walls to force her out. It was all an act, but she didn't know what she felt. She was attracted to him, of course, but she was married. She loved her husband. If only he loved her like Adam had... did. "Oh. Oh. Okay. What ... Why didn't you say anything?" Adam moved over to the window, looking out at the night sky. Kate looked down at her shaking hands and folded them in front of her. She waited, wanting him to say something, anything. "Why didn't you?" He sighed and looked away from her. "I did, Kath. In every way except to come straight out and tell you. Even then... even then you were more beautiful than I could stand." His voice was quiet and his eyes were like stone. "You know, I see you on magazine covers now, and I wonder why it took the world so long to see. I just didn't have the courage to come out and tell you how I felt. I guess that's why Michel and I got along so well." Kate blinked at that. "What do you mean?" Adam took a breath and frowned. "He had the courage to do something that I never could. I was more than ample pounds and less than confident when it came to girls, and terrified when it came to you. But he never held it against me when the two of you got together." He smiled and shrugged, staring at his knuckles again. "And I respected and admired him for that. I never let the jealously get to me. I wanted you to be happy, and I thought that he could do that. I just knew that you'd never be attracted to me as I was then. So I set out to change the way I looked. And along the way, I changed the way I was, too. Maybe not for the better." Kate stood up and moved over beside him. She brought her hands together and sighed as she remembered. "We were happy. At least for a bit. Now... now I don't know what happiness is meant to mean. I'm satisfied. No, I am, I'm happy with Len. It's just...sometimes I wish there was more. He loves me. That's enough sometimes." Adam nodded and smiled softly. "And other times?" It hung there for a moment before he shook his head and stood up. "Fuck it, I'm sorry, Kath, I guess this wasn't like I thought it would be. Not exactly the professional rationale, but..." He sighed and shook his head slightly. "I should go." Kate stared at him, still close to him, and much to her sorrow, still wanting him. Or more to the point freshly wanting him. He was the better man; he was here, he cared. Devils and angels whispered to her over and over again as her conscious battled with her desire. A sad smile moved over his face as she gave a half-hearted laugh. "I thought you said you were over it. Me." There was again silence until he stirred from her side. "I thought... I should go. I'm sorry, Kath. I'm... I'm sorry." He moved past her to the door, and Kate bit her lip as she felt something breaking inside of her, and whirled around. "Adam wait!" He stopped at the door and turned around slowly as she ran to him and threw her arms around him. She held him down to her, kissing him fiercely, tasting and rubbing his tongue with hers and pressing her body against him. She felt him respond, and then his arms were around her and he was kissing her back. There was a feral passion to his tongue and teeth as they fought for each other's tastes. Kate grabbed hold of his hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. His mouth never left her, dragging over her shoulders and neck, then back onto her mouth when she turned around. Adam pulled her up into his arms, cupping her cheeks and squeezing the muscles of her shapely ass. A dark hunger started to burn in her eyes, and she fumbled behind her for the doorknob. She squeezed him between her thighs, feeling his cock pressing against her. Kate arched her hips into his crotch, and Adam groaned and stumbled, as he felt suddenly weak-kneed. Kate snarled lowly and twisted strangely, then the door gave way, and they plunged into the dark room. There was a sweet smelling berry candle near the window, its small flickering flame was the only light. They fumbled with each other's clothes, shedding layers as they moved to the huge-looking canopy bed. They were naked and together again so fast that it was as if it was a dream. Adam's hands moved over Kate's body like they knew every inch of her, and had known for a lifetime. Kate groaned as they moved across the sheets, feeling the heat of his body. Adam opened his mouth and ran it down her body, tasting, licking and suckling until her thighs parted easily before him. Her murmured moans didn't slow as he lowered his mouth until she gasped loudly as she felt his tongue slide up the side of her pussy. The Old Bailey He probed inside of her gently, running his tongue along the edges and gathering up her excitement on the tip of his tongue before sucking gently at her. Kate felt her world exploding from his ministrations as he began to hum lowly, the vibrations going through her like waves as her slim fingers clenched into fists on the sheets. Adam licked the juice from his lips and savoured her taste as he felt her sag back onto the bed, the tenseness gone from her. Kate pulled him up to her and kissed him fully, her tongue moving around his mouth, tasting herself. Adam's cock was thick and hard as he moved up her body, and Kate gripped his shaft with both hands as he kissed her face. She moved him towards her, slowly jerking his cock and squeezing him tightly. Kate rolled over onto him and felt his shaft sliding off to the side underneath her. Adam moaned as she kissed at him and wriggled her ass across his groin. Kate's lips curved into a wicked, powerful smile, and she reached behind her as Adam's hands came up to tweak and pinch at her nipples. Kate's moaning voice filled the room as she gripped him and pushed his cock inside of her. Her moans ended with a harsh gasp as he was suddenly filling her. Her eyes were closed as her hair fell in front of her face, but Kate was too lost in her own pleasure to push it back. The lustrous brown tendrils of hair obscured her face as Kate began to rock back and forth on top of Adam, feeling his shaft ease up and out of her over and over again. Her breath was the only sound in the room, occasionally punctuated by Adam's grunts and frustrated groans as she squeezed him inside of her. Adam was crushing his teeth together forcefully, trying to ignore the sensations she was squeezing into him. He felt himself several times on the verge of cumming, but refused to allow himself. He wanted this to last for as long as possible. Kate's head went further and further back, until finally she was rubbing her hips up and down him, shaking his cock deep inside of her. Adam hissed his breath out from between his teeth as she rocked harder and harder against him, tightening her grip on his shaft. His hands slid down from her body to grip her hips, and Kate began to cry out softly in tune to their thrusts. She arched forwards, and Adam felt the head of his cock hit her deep inside as she slammed down onto him. Kate gave a sharp cry and began to ride him faster, her hands playing with her clit as she rode him. She began to cum, squirting her juice onto his waist and chest as she bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. After a moment, she let out an explosive gasp and sagged forwards, panting to get her breath back. As she fought to regain her breath and slow her pulse, Adam arched up to a sitting position, and kissed her tenderly. Kate opened her mouth and breathed heavily against him as Adam lightly nibbled her chin and mouthed her throat. He tasted the salt of her body against his tongue and lowered his lips to her nipples, squeezing them between his teeth lightly and flicking them with his tongue. Kate gasped again and pushed him away, shaking her head, her breath still raw in her throat from her explosive orgasm. "They're too sensitive right now. It just feels..." She trailed off as he nodded, and kissed her again. He was still hard inside of her, as they kissed and fondled each other, and Kate cradled his scarred face in her fingertips. "Adam, I want you to do something for me." He stared at her, then nodded, once. "Len... my... HE... won't ever do this. Its something of a fantasy for me. I want to be taken." She looked away as she said it, and Adam frowned. "I don't understand." She pulled his head in to nestle at her breasts gently, and closed her eyes as he tenderly suckled at her nipples. She moaned softly, and began to rock up and down on his cock again. "I want... t-to be desired so much that pleasing me is secondary to... to... to fucking me." Adam stopped and his hands moved up into her dark hair. He could almost taste the sweet berry flavour of the candle in the enclosed room. "Like... a rape fantasy?" Kate rose up onto her knees and eased him out of her. Adam moaned and then gasped as she squatted down, trailing her breasts either side of his shaft and squeezing him between her pale silk skin. "I want to be wanted so bad that you can't help yourself. That you almost lose control with how much you want me. I want... to be used." Adam closed his eyes and then opened them slowly, staring at the ceiling. He looked down at her, and Kate enveloped his cock in her mouth as soon as he was looking at her. Adam groaned as she began rubbing her tongue on the underside of his cock. She continued to suck his cock, sometimes using one hand, sometimes too, until finally, he nodded helplessly. Kate smiled around his cock, and Adam reached down and grabbed her hair. He pulled her up his body slowly, while Kate meekly licked her lips and stared at him with bright, vicious eyes. "Bailey." She stared at him, confused for a second. "What?" Adam brought both of his hands up into her hair and brought her down close to his lips. "If things... go too far... then say Bailey. I'll stop." Something moved in her deep brown eyes and she gently touched his chin with her fingertips. "I know you won't hurt me, Adam," she breathed lowly, and Adam kissed her tenderly. After a moment or two, he yanked her head back with a handful of hair and brought his teeth down around one nipple. He bit down hard and Kate gave a thrilled gasp. Adam slapped her ass cheeks with his free hand and arched her backwards to give himself better access to her. Kate was panting as she pushed her breasts up at him, and Adam jerked her back down towards him, moving out of the way and spanking her muscled cheek again. Kate writhed on the bed as he moved behind her, and wrenched her up into a kneeling position with one arm around her lithe waist. Kate half-turned as he felt his hand spread wide over the small of her back and began to push. Adam kept pushing until she had her chest and shoulders flat to the sheets, her ass arched up into the air. Kate bit her lip and waited as he paused over her ass, then heard a slight hiss as he took a breath, then he spat on her hardened clitoris. Kate's hips shook as she gasped and lightning raced up her spine. His thick cock was suddenly pressing against her, and she felt him lean down over her back. His hands spread wide over hers, pressing her down into the bed. Adam stared at the back of her head and arched his hips towards her. His cock head slipped inside of her, and Kate let loose a small moan. He began to push her down into the bed with his thrusts, until Kate was spread across the mattress, her legs wide and open as he fucked her from behind. He had her hands under his as he panted in her ear, and Kate felt the thrill of his animalistic desire spreading through her like a bushfire. They panted in unison until Adam slid one hand under them and began to rub at her clitoris again. Kate's hips jerked and she cried out loudly as she felt herself about to cum. Adam's other hand came off hers and his entire weight was pressed down inside of her and against her back. Kate gave another sharp cry as he slipped his hand over her mouth and arched his hips into her again. Kate began to bite down on his hands, but Adam didn't say anything as she clenched her teeth and shook, clenching around him tightly as she came again. Adam felt her exploding juice begin to soak into the sheets bunched around his arm, and clenched his teeth, slowing down before he could cum. Kate was limp beneath him, and he pulled out of his with a grunt, arching her hips back up towards him. He leant down and she moaned and shook again as he buried his tongue inside of her. His tongue moved up her lips then back down again, pushing inside of her before tracing circles tighter and tighter around her clitoris, before licking slowly up again. His hands spread her wide as he licked her again, and then he stopped. Kate opened her eyes then gasped in shock as she felt his tongue worming inside her asshole. She gasped and sighed and felt her ass-cheeks clenching around his tongue. Fire raced up her spine, and she could feel herself shaking with the pleasurable sin of it all. She was revelling in how he made her feel when she realised that he was kneeling behind her. Adam pushed against her, sliding his cum soaked cock into her asshole. Kate surged up to her hands and knees, gasping as he filled her, and throwing her hair back over her shoulder with a toss of her head as she watched him with wide eyes. She shook her head and then gasped as he began to move. "B...ooh... Bail...oh... oooh my..." Adam stopped and looked at her. Kate had a thin sheen of sweat across her brow, and her eyes were closed and she held her lower lip between her teeth. "Bailey?" he asked. Kate shook her head and he began to rub the cheeks of her ass, bright red in the candle-light from his earlier spankings. "Just... go slow... I've never..." Adam sighed in pleasure as he sunk his cock slowly deeper into her asshole. Kate's eyes shot open, glazed over with lust, as he spanked her again. He brought his hands up and down again and again, and she began to nod and slowly lowered herself back to the sheets. "I don't know why, Kath. You've got the hottest and tightest ass on the fucking planet. And I'm gonna fuck you six ways from Sunday School with my cock in it." Kate moaned as he growled lowly to her, and smiled to herself. Achingly slowly, Adam eased his cock further and further into her, until finally he felt his balls press against her sopping wet pussy lips. He leant over her, spooning his body behind hers, her hands once more under his as he fucked her. "You feel so amazing around me, Kath. I don't think I've ever felt someone as sexy as you under me. And I can't stand cumming in your ass. I'm going to cum in your pussy. Because I love you so much, I don't..." Kate shook, and her fingers spread wide under his. He gripped her fingers and watched the blood flow out of them as she clenched both his cock and his fingers. Kate sagged under him again, and his cock slid out of her ass. She was still arched up, though listlessly leaning against him. Adam arched his hips into her again, and he felt his shaft slide into the warm wetness of her centre. Kate groaned and he felt her hands slowly slide up his arms to cup his neck as she began to writhe up and down his cock. His arms weakened and collapsed as she squeezed him inside of her, and he reached around to squeeze her breasts as they spooned in the bed. Kate sighed happily and then slipped one arm back down to cup his thigh as he fucked his cock into her from behind. Her hair covered her face as she turned back to him, and he was lost in its brown silk. "I want you on top of me..." she whispered breathily to him, and Adam kissed her cheek. He pulled his cock out of her and turned her over onto her back. Kate slid her hands up to his shoulders and began to kiss him as he eased himself back into her. He stared at her and watched her face as he pushed his cock back inside of her. Adam shook his head as her arms tightened around him, and brought his hands up behind her, gripping her shoulders. "I love you, Kathryn Bailey Beckinsale." Her eyes stared at him, and then she was holding him against her as he thrust his cock deep inside of her quicker and quicker. They both panted in unison again as Adam felt his cock, thick and hard, about to burst. All that Adam could feel was the warmth and excitement of the woman under and around him. Her tightness, the scent of her hair, the taste of her sweat, the brown of her eyes. He stared at her as he stopped breathing, feeling his climax bursting out of him like a geyser. He couldn't breathe as his body tensed, and gasped as he felt his balls tense up. His cum was shooting out, blowing deep inside of her, and Adam could feel her arms and legs cradling his thrusting hips and shoulders as his cock didn't stop. He was still cumming and felt like he'd never stop as he finally let out a tense cry, feeling his body shake and suddenly he collapsed. He was aware of her muscles tensing around him, milking the last drops of cum from his cock. They were silent as their breathing slowed, and when Adam went to pull away, Kate's arms tightened around him, holding him close. "What... oh my God, Adam. I've never felt anything like that before." Her voice held a tone of wonder to it, and Adam tenderly kissed her neck. She nuzzled her cheek against his, and felt her breasts move against his chest as she sighed. He didn't say anything for ages, wondering if he could die right now, and stay as happy as he felt. "I just wanted you to know that I... I'll never forget you. And that I've always loved you." The only thing between their bodies was their sweat and their pounding heartbeats. The candle was low on the windowsill, and Kate figured it was some time past midnight. Adam kissed her again, and hugged her to him, then moved away from her and slid to the side of the bed. Kate wrapped the sheet around herself and watched as he gathered his clothing. "I can't remember the last time someone made love to me." Adam stopped as he collected his clothing and his chin dropped down to his neck as he hung his head. "And now you're leaving me. Again." Adam sighed. He took a breath, then let it go again, then shook his head and slid his jeans on. He pulled on his shirt and bent down to slip his boots back on. "I have to. Kath... I'm glad that... fuck it, who am I kidding, this is a dream come true. Almost. But you don't want me." Kate snorted and reached out, lightly setting her fingertips against his back. She slid forwards on the bed and pressed herself against his broad shoulders. "Really? Could have fooled me." Adam slipped his other boot on and straightened up. He turned to Kate and kissed her softly, staring at her as she slowly opened her eyes as he pulled away from her. "Kath...God... I'm glad that you found me. But you want to be wanted. And I'll take that. For the memory. I... I know that... I just... Goodnight, Kathryn. Sleep sweet." He stood up and moved his hand across his eyes, and Kate realised he was crying. She was speechless as she suddenly felt vulnerable, and pulled the sheets around her tighter. She heard the front door close and moved to the window. She felt her throat constrict as he turned and stared at her from the driver's side door of his car. He got in and drove away, and Kate felt her throat and gut twist identically, and she angrily dashed the tears away. Three Weeks Later. "Hey, grumble bum, mail's in." Kate didn't reply to Tracy as her assistant began to leaf through the packages and stared out at the rain hammering down into the courtyard. She picked up her cigarettes and them put them back down again. Tracy smiled to herself as Kate turned, a look of firm resolve on her face. "Well, what's going on in the world of Hollywood mail?" Tracy was flipping the letters over, skimming through the letterheads. "Fan mail, fan mail, playboy request, fan mail... eww. Stalker mail. Double eww. Lawyer mail." Kate smiled as Tracy glanced at her with a frown. "Didn't know you switched lawfirms. You really ought to let your assistant know these kinds of details. It's kind of what we're here to do for you." Kate screwed up her perfect face. "Trace, I'm still with the same firm. What are you talking about?" Tracy shrugged and brought one of the packages out. It was a large yellow envelope, and obviously contained several smaller packages. Tracy dropped the other mail on the table and pulled out two letters held together with an elastic band. She pulled them apart and opened the first one. "Dear Miss Beckinsale. It is our sad duty at Glen, Goodnight and Kane to inform you that our client and friend Adam Connors passed away from complications with his cancer..." Kate felt herself sitting down, although she didn't realise she was moving. Tracy looked up at Kate's ashen face and cleared her throat. Kate stared straight ahead at the wall while Tracy read through the rest of the letter. "Adam will be sadly missed, and although nothing can assuage the grief of a friend at this time, as per Adam's wishes, we are forwarding his requested items onto you. Included in this package are three items of a personal nature and a letter from Mr Connors. Please accept our blah blah blah." Tracy looked up again and slid the package over to Kate. "You okay?" Kate brought her hand up to her mouth, and sniffed, then began to blink rapidly. "Trace, please, can I have a minute?" Tracy nodded and picked up the rest of the mail and stood up. "Of course. I'll be downstairs. If you need me, just holler, okay?" Kate looked away and nodded, then pulled the package into her lap and pulled out the letter that Trace hadn't opened. She tore away the top and pulled the single page out. It was handwritten, and Kate remembered Adam's flowing handwriting from College. More tears came as she unfolded the page, and began to read. "Dear Kathryn. Don't cry. I know you probably won't understand. I didn't want to go the whole "Indecent Proposal" angle on you, and I was never real good at pity. I led a full life and faced a lot of danger, but an inoperable brain tumour is not the sort of thing you can classify as acceptable risk." "You know those kids back in College that we used to laugh at who insisted that they were going to wait for the perfect woman and marry her, then lose their virginity to their wife? That whole sex before marriage thing we used to laugh at and scorn? I've got a confession to make." Kate felt the tears pouring down her face and began to breathe heavily as she felt her chest crushing in hurt. "I'm one of those idiots we used to laugh at. I waited for the perfect woman, only when things finally happened, I'd already missed my chance to marry her. Not that you would have said yes, but we can't all have those dream endings. I had my first time with the only woman I've ever loved, so I can't complain I guess." "If you want to thruth, I was only after a kiss, I thought I'd be able to steal that. But then you went and gave me back my soul, you bloody bitch. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't of been sick, but there you go. Things just have a funny way of working out. I guess what all this rambling crap is meant to mean is that I have loved you forever, and I'm not about to stop now." "Souls are the heart of the world, Kath, and my soul has loved you since I first drew breath. No matter what happens in your life, I'll never stop feeling what I feel for you now." "Your friend, Adam." Kate sank down to the floor, tears pouring down her cheeks as she felt her aching chest and hammering heart. She sat there for a long, long time, staring at his letter, tear-stained and crumpled to her chest, until finally the tears slowed and stopped. Kate picked up the letter and sniffed, opening the yellow envelope and pulling out the other two packages. One was a beautifully ornate diary, well-worn and loved, and Kate opened it gently. Adam's flowing handwriting covered almost every page, and she closed it, resolving to read it later. She opened the second, smaller package, and opened the velvet box with trepidation. There was a pendant there, with an etching of London's Old Bailey on it and a beautiful though well-worn necklace. Kate held the necklace in her hand for several heartbeats until the tears came again. She heard the door open and close, and she was being held. Kate cried then; full body-racking sobs and weeping moans. The second storm lasted longer, and Len held his wife tightly as she wept. Finally her tears slowed, and Kate tightened her grip on her husband's shirt. The Old Bailey "Promise me you'll love me forever, Len. Please. Even if it's a lie." Len gently kissed her hair and held her close to his chest as he looked out the window at the rain clouds spreading away to let the dying afternoon sun in. "I don't have to lie, Kate. I'll WILL love you forever." The End.